Pitch Fork

Pitch Fork
Contingency,
Shifting in every direction.
Yesterday's dusk,
Settling in
Circling my every movement,
Was it to the right, or was it to my left?
Rearing, twisting, one critical stir,
Indecisiveness. Do I proceed?
Constrained, confused, shattered,
Moving forward, unable to see the onward path.
Foiled by my own steadiness,
Uneasy, unfixed, ready for descent.
Stand firmly! Nothing has been predetermined...